04-20-2015, 09:28 AM
[Impressions]
I
A melody implied
by the rustling of leaves:
the hem of your dress
sweeps across the forest floor.
II
No, we'll walk with the mist
at our backs. I don't trust you
not to disappear.
III
In that cool, pulsating darkness,
every random passerby
bears your face.
But your eyes are yours alone.
I
A melody implied
by the rustling of leaves:
the hem of your dress
sweeps across the forest floor.
II
No, we'll walk with the mist
at our backs. I don't trust you
not to disappear.
III
In that cool, pulsating darkness,
every random passerby
bears your face.
But your eyes are yours alone.